I donated blood!

I just donated blood yesterday! I cant believe it. I was just on my way to Jurong Point to pay the bills, minding my own business and before I even stepped in the building, there was a girl who came up to be and asked me if I would be interested in donating blood. She was very enthusiastic and bouncy. Told me that she was from Singapore Poly and was doing a blood drive.

So I listened to her for a bit and I thought to myself, what the heck. Why not? I’ve always been curious to know what the proceedings of blood donating anyway. So I followed her to the Oasis room where the set up for the blood donation was.

The first thing I noticed was that there were quite a number of people there. To my front, there was the surveyors and the doctors and to my left there were many benches set up with stands beside them. Quite a number of them filled with people of all sorts of sizes, sitting quietly while the nurses attended to them. Some of them looked nervous, some queasy even.

The girl asked me. “So how? Would you like to donate? You don’t have to do it now though, we feel good just to educate the people”

So I agreed and said a little prayer and filled up the questionnaire, submitted my identity card to one of the surveyors and then proceeded to the doctor after they keyed in my information.

Later on, I went to the blood tester and had my middle fingertip pricked. Sharp stinging pain, but it was bearable. The lady quipped that this was the most painful part while I look in surprise. “You mean, that the blood donation doesn’t hurt like this? I found it hard to believe!” She smiled at me and gave a nodding affirmation while takingย the blood sample from my finger and dropped it into a small black machine.

I then proceeded to the last stop and sat on the rubbery seat while many nurses hovered around me. One to put a blanket over me, another to take my pressure, another to teach me about the procedures.

“If you’re scared, look away” One nurse told me so I turned around and saw another guy who was donating and asked him “How’s it going?” He gave me a thumbs up. One nurse rubbed anaesthetic and I breathed in deeply and thought to myself just what on earth did I brought myself into.

The nurse then pricked my right arm, just below the bending part. There, she said, now just squeeze the ball to regulate the flow and reduce the feeling of numbness. That’s it? It didn’t hurt that much after all! I then looked at the blood bag and felt such an amazement that I could actually do something crazy like donating blood on a whim like that. I stared at the crimson red blood and was just overwhelmed by the feeling of amazement.

The girl from before came up to me again and asked me how did I feel? “Very accomplished” I replied and gave her the thumbs up too and I chatted with the friendly nurses there.

And soon after the blood bag was filled. Even the nurses was surprised. They told me that I’ve got very good blood flow and usually it took people 10 minutes (the fastest) to 30 minutes for the slowest. I took about 5 – 7 minutes. (Vampires dream come true)

The nurses bandaged my arm with a cute smiley bandage and I rested in the pantry for a few minutes and then said goodbye to the people there. I got for myself someย souvenirs! The nurses gave me, a sticker, pens, diary … I’d rather have the squeeze ball as a souvenir though ๐Ÿ˜›

I feel quite tired right now though. Don’t feel strong enough to go for my jogs even. My brother Naz tells me that it should be from the lack of iron. But anyway, I still feel such an accomplishment. It was not bad, I could do this again ๐Ÿ™‚

My free pens!

Where my arm was pricked for blood. Not very noticeable right?

Memories of West Spring

Well, morning time here and in a better state of mind to write in my blog. Always here to please my fans. Well my one fan … *laughs her head off*

Anyways, I was checking on my email account and to my dissapointment our school did not get to the preliminary rounds for the e-animation competition. Really feel bad for the girls who put in so much effort for the competition.

They spent alot of time after the school holidays and it was a very valiant self effort. Not to sound bitter, but I can bet you that the work done by the finalists are probably done by a hired professional. Most of the competitions done by schools are. So I guess I’m not too thrilled about the whole scene when I first found out about it.

This is a scene from the e-animation.

Hopefully we could do better for the next year. I really know the kids has potential to win. They just really need to get their butts kicks and stop being so lifeless and procrastinating ..Grrr!

Work … I know that I’ve complained to quite a bit of people about it. Too stressful. Not enough pay. Too much work. No free time. No social life. Rude kids. Demanding bosses. Out of the world colleagues. Thats all true. There isnt a job in this world that doesnt come with its own problems. But I’ve heard of a saying that goes by “every job has its own problems. What makes a job worthwhile, is if you could find a job with problems that you enjoy solving” I try my best to go through that very sound advice.

I’ve always enjoyed teaching for one thing. Its nice to interact with people and them fill them with information and see their faces light up when they understand something and do a task beautifully. It feels like such a proud achievement for me. Teaching is also something of a two way road, where you dont only talk, but you also listen and learn from each other. And I guess in a way, I’ve been slowly being quite attached to my little monkeys *coughs* I mean my students.

I remember when during their examination and I was invigilating. I was sitting there looking at their faces and remember how they looked like when I first saw them. And then I think about how fast time passes by. And then I thought sadly at how they will leave soon and that I wont be teaching them anymore. Thats the thing about teaching and emotions. A person could really get attached whether they want to or no ๐Ÿ˜›

West Spring is now moving to a new campus. I cant help but feel a feeling of “end” while packing my things and remembered the different memories from when I first came to the school. And just the same, I know that I’d probably not stay there permanently. But I will definitely miss it should I go. West Spring Secondary would definitely have a place in my heart.

Welcome back Geri :)

Geri’s back in Singapore! Welcome back, lady! I’ve missed you! Anyways, I’m a little brain dead at the moment. But I’ll update this soon … Well, I *did* promise and update but I never said how long …*laughs*

Anyway, this is a picture from the bbq for the moment ๐Ÿ™‚

From the back, left to right
sky, thomas, bk, millie, doris, ck, hong boon
middle : hema (in pink) julie hidden by hema, sn, ph, shahim, mohammad
front : william (in purple) toad ๐Ÿ˜› and zuraidah ๐Ÿ™‚

Oh and me, in black

A few updates

I dont know what happened, tried to update my blog yesterday and then hit publish post and somehow at the same time the server decides not to post it. Okay, I thought fine, just press back and it will be there again. Empty screen. Nope, that didnt worked. Good thing its not that much typing I guess.

Anyways, just a couple of updates that I’d like to post really quickly ๐Ÿ™‚

1. Got me a new domain last week. rinaz.net is mine ๐Ÿ™‚ Will try to update it with the new layout I am thinking of getting. (picture quality is bad though, ran out of batteries and thats the only shot I have at the moment)

2. Went out with my ex classmates on last sat. It was really nice to meet friends we havent seen for a long time before. Most looked different ๐Ÿ™‚ Still the same inside though. Reminisced about our times in school. This part will be updated when I get the pics from Hizam ๐Ÿ™‚

3. Our idea of setting up a business might be materialising ๐Ÿ™‚ Am looking forward to making our dream come true ๐Ÿ™‚ We’ve got 6 months to prepare ourselves.

I’ll update this page again later. Have been on a buzz from watching the screen too long … lol

(runs to get eye drops)

New Webbie :)

Just wanted to post real quick, that I’ve registered for a new site! After months and months of just “thinking about it” I finally just jumped in when I saw that brinkster was having a 50% off their regular personal account. So it was just like 2US dollars a month. My mind just went whoa. And now rinaz.net is mine .. yaay ๐Ÿ™‚

I was looking around in google for other things with the word rinaz. I found out that rinaz.com belonged to a church. There is also an artist called rinaz that does painting too. There seems to be alot of males called rinaz.

So anyway, I’m thinking up for a new format for the new site. Although I’ve always been fond of green, I am thinking of scrapping the old format and change the look altogether. Gotta look more professional … or at least try to.

There are alot of things that I want to say, I just have to start beating myself with a stick cause I’m just such a procrastinator!

Julie’s asking me to go phuket next week. I really really would like to. Gotta get in sync before the new year.

Hari Raya Time :)

Been pretty busy with hari raya over at my side, its pretty exhausting having to clean and prepare stuff for the house. This is the part which I dont enjoy about the holidays, and thats all the prep work ๐Ÿ˜›

Anyhow, I think I’m going to have a lie down for a while, which is quite a strange change for me, because of the routine that I’ve been doing for the 30 days previously, during this time, I’d be getting ready for the Tarawih (look at my tummy expand in just 2 days which I took 30 days to shrink ๐Ÿ˜›

I’ll update the blog later, I suppose … and Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri to everyone reading ๐Ÿ™‚

Of tides and dryness

Looks like I havent been updating my blog for a while. It wasnt that I was extremely busy. I guess I just havent had the chance to do so. I’ve contemplated on a lot of topics to talk about. Sometimes, admittedly to the extent that in some mundane situations, like while waiting for the bus, I’d have conversations with my head. Yes, I can get schizophrenic at times. But most creative geniuses are like that I suppose.

Anyway, while I’m typing this Blog, I’m also checking my yahoo email and guess what I’m doing? I’m pretty much just clicking on the ad mails that I have in my specifically made “junk mail” where I sign up for paid to click for websites. Basically, what that means is that usually when I open up my yahoo email, there’d be a couple of emails waiting. There’d be a link in each mail and for each link, once clicked, I will get a small amount ranging from 3 cents to 2 dollars.

Unfortunately it takes a whole load of clicking before I can actually draw real moolah out of this because they have a goal you’d have to reach first. I dont know why or how or when I signed up for one in the first place. All I know is, that its kind of therapeutic having a routine like that.

I’ll let you guys know when I reach my million dollars! Heh

Anyways, on the topic of money, its amazing isnt it? Such a small flat thing could bring in so much power. Its brought alot of comforts and pain for some people.

I cannot remember who said this but there was a saying from a famous 50’s or 60’s actress that said something like “I’d rather be rich and sad on a rolls royce than poor and happy on a bicycle”

What’ll you want eh?

My battle with acne

There are days when you look in the mirror and you think to yourself, “Hey I look pretty good. My skin looks clear, practically no eye-bags and my hair looks so shiny and managable”.

Today is not that day.

Last Friday, I wake up to having my skin feeling quite rough, like sandpaper. Okay, I thought. Better be a little more gentle on my skin. Maybe that Biore wash didn’t work very well. I’d better stop using that.

Come Saturday, I had little zits around my mouth. It swelled more on Sunday.

Come Monday, I had a really huge zit next to my mouth. Words cannot express how mortified I was. I looked like someone punched me and missed my mouth and landed on my jaw instead.

I felt really unattractive looking in the mirror. That huge swell. And the little tiny yellow dots. Yuck! Smiling felt weirdย too.

I contemplated what I did wrong.

  • Was it the facial wash?
  • Was it the food intake I took?
  • Was it the dehydration from the fast?
  • Was it from the germs from clothes and carpets?
  • Was it hormonal changes?
  • Is it because I didn’t pray enough? God?
  • Stress? Maybe eh

I’ve always hated it when I’ve gotten zits. Ever since I was 12, I’ve been plagued with this horrible skin malaise. I’ve always envied people who’ve gotten clear skin, like my best friend Hema for one. She’s never had these kind of problems. I learnt that both her parents never had zits either.

It was the type of zits that was on and off. I even remembered having a little book journal where I jotted down the different types of skin products that I was using and noted how it reacted on my skin.

It didn’t get so bad till I went to Junior College. The zits literally popped out. It was so bad that I had a birthday card with a classmate signing in

“Dear Marina, Happy birthday! Hope your pimples heal faster”

I really felt low. Unattractive. Disgusting. I sought out ways to cure myself.

But how was I to do that? How was a teen, not working, with no money, find ways to cure my problem without having to ask my parents for the money? For the longest time, I’ve always been independent on my stance about money – never liked asking for money, even from my parents.

So at length, I decided to go to a polyclinic. It was a government subsidised clinic where one can get prescriptions and check ups by the doctors at a very subsidized price. So one day, after school I proceeded to have an appointment.

The few things bad about the polyclinic is that its VERY slow. I had to wait for hours before the nurse called my name to enter next.

I sat down on the chair and the doctor asked me a few questions. She scribbled on a piece of paper, handed it to me and said thank you. I think that took less than 5 mins.

But anyway, what she prescribed to me was Tetracycline. It was a red and yellow pill that was supposed to stabilize hormones. I took 2 pills an hour before I had any meals.

I felt so pretty 6 months after when my entire face was clear. And stopped since I wasn’t supposed to take it long term.

But my zits flare up again,ย I think 2 years back. Again I went to the polyclinic, this time I was referred to the National Skin Center. Same thing again, the doctor asked me a few questions after me waiting for some time. And in less than 5 mins I was on my way. (I wasn’t particularly happy with one of the doctors there, she wasn’t very thorough with the check up and seemed to just want to get itover and done with)

This time they prescribed with a stronger drug called Doxycyclene. And again in 6 months. I was clear again!

But I didn’t enjoy the cycle of having to go to the doctors and then have clear skin for a while and then going back to the doctors again. I wanted something more permanent. I wanted something more natural.

I scoured the net for some inspiration and found a few articles that was interesting. “How to cure acne in 3 days” (yeah right) there were some also which looked pretty fascinating read. But I wasn’t prepared to shell out 50 US dollars for their e-book (not a physical book mind you and then I found an acne sufferers community. It looked pretty well documented. I read the articles and then followed some of the tips like kidney flush and reducing sugar and oil and it worked pretty nicely for me.

I then proceeded to up the ante a little by going to have facials to clear my pores. I hated the part when they poked my face and squeezed the zit out (extraction, they called it) I don’t really see any physical difference though.

Then the last facial session was a little horrible. It hurt a lot. When the beautician did her extraction. I couldn’t take it any more. Worst part is the next day, some zits came out. When I used my proactive facial wash, it stung my face.

So I went to a hunt for new facial routine in Jurong Point (the shopping centre I usually go to) I went to Sasa. There was this lady who tried to cajole me to get this facial masque. She said that it was really good. I tried my best not to stare at her blacked acne.

Then I went to a Fancl counter and read that it was all natural and preservative free. It looks pretty good. I gave the fennaty trial set a try. When I went home, joy! It didn’t sting my face and the lotion felt gentle and cooling.

Pretty soon my face was almost back to as it was before ๐Ÿ™‚

So I’ve absolutely no idea why the very sudden explosion. And I really cant point to any reasons to it. But at the moment, I’m REALLY watching what I put in my mouth. My mom tried to console me by telling me of stories of her wedding day. She said that while she was getting made over. The make over artist said that her acne was so bad … that she had to put extra layer of make up over her face. Kids commented “the bride looked like she had cooties”

She gave me a tip that might gross some people out. I’ve heard this tip before too. I honestly don’t know if its old wives tale or whatever. But she (and a few other good samaritans said that) to have a clear skin, take your underwear. Make sure its clean. While its wet with water, gently rub it over your face and say a prayer.

I cringed the first time I heard it. But I’m actually okay with it nowย … HAHAHAHAHAHA … shows how desperate I am right now.

I’m sorry for the very long post. But I really gotta rant. I really feel ugly

Update: Do read Evolution of face on my battle with acne in June 2006